I have Riley taped up – he’s clutching me and wheezing . . . I’m trying to get him into the recovery position without spilling his guts onto the...lawn. “Jesus Boss,” he says . . . “Jesus Boss.” “It’s OK sarge. They’ll have you shipped in no time.” I love him. He’s a West Country man – unflappable – he knows how to work the boys – when to hurt them—when to let up – when to diss them – when to drop a kind word in their ears. We’re a group of terminal cynics. We have this constant love-hate thing.. John walked over and whispered to his father. "There was another one in the fields that looked good too. She may be a good for the house."John then heard his father mention to the owner about the slave he saw so depressed in the field. The owner surprised John refusing his father's offer. His father was a successful planter for a reason. He knew how to handle situations, and make the best deals possible. He was a shrew negotiator and had proven it to John on many occasions, and today was one of. Maine bola lehle thi pr ab nhi hai. To vo boli k bna lo koi gf. Maine bola k aap hi ban jao meri gf. Vo boli htt sharam ni ati tumko. Mai bola sachi aunty ban jao na. Vo boli meri koi umar hai gf bn ne ki. 3 bcho ki maa hu .Mai bola k aunty aap muje boht achi lagti ho. Kash mai apka pati hota. Vo boli achaa itni achi kgti hu . Mai bola ha. To vo boli k chlo shadi karlete hai. Maine bola k karlo. Boli m mzaaak kar ri hu. Mai bola k mai nhi. Maine apna hath unki thighs pr rakh k ferne lag gaya .. Sir Jorst walked up to the fallen man and took careful aim at his forehead. He thumbed back the hammer and fired a shot into the man's head. His skull practically disintegrated, and the blood stopped flowing from the man's chest. As I had drilled into him a multitude of times, Sir Jorst paused long enough to reload the two spent cartridges before he holstered his pistol and bowed to the cheering crowd. He was escorted in a victory lap around the arena before he was allowed to join his.